When Daddy began classes to learn hypnotism, I figured it would be harmless to let him practice his methods on me. As he became more skilled, I was unable to resist his commands, no matter how absurd. When Daddy's commands took on a sexual nature, I was his willing subject - the only problem was when I became unable to come out of hypnosis, and now I am stuck as Daddy's sex puppet forever.
Pretty soon, he was able to lull me into such altered states of consciousness that I was feeling whatever he told me to feel. When he commanded me to feel hungry, I was suddenly starving. When he commanded me to feel sleepy, I actually fell out of my chair and he had to catch me before I hit the floor. Daddy had started to gain a power over me that I wasn't sure I was comfortable with, but at the same time, I was too intrigued by the process to call it quits and not let him practice on me anymore.